So I was reading my Etsy post that I made and it occurred to me that I didn't explain myself very well. If someone were to read that post and check my blog bio they might say "they're 22, why are they worried about their mom taking their car?" And just scroll past my post. So I wanted to try and explain myself a little better because I wasn't exaggerating and I can't afford for people to think I'm lying.
I work as a server. Well, I used to before covid. My restaurant is still open, but I have a pre-existing condition and live in a very conservative county. I have seen my minor co-worker buddies get screamed at for telling guests they're required to wear a mask. I have seen guests take their masks off the second they're in the restaurant, and no one says anything to them. I have been told (on the first and last day of me serving when we reopened) to take off my mask by a customer because they believed covid isn't serious.
I was nearly killed by the flu when I was 17. I have type 1 diabetes and asthma. Covid will kill me.
Obviously my anxiety only got worse as the days passed, until I couldn't even set foot in the restaurant without having an anxiety attack because even though I was assigned to to-gos, managers kept asking me to help on the floor. I took two months off until I couldn't afford to anymore, and now all I can do, all I can bring myself to do, is roll silverware on the second floor two days a week because my anxiety can't take any more exposure than that. Our second floor is supposed to be closed to guests yet they wander upstairs without masks at their leisure and continually expose me. If I had a choice, I'd quit, but I need what little money I'm making just to live.
My car is in my mother's name, and before covid I'd pay for half of the monthly payment, but obviously I can't afford to anymore. Yet even knowing everything you've just read, she's told me that if I can't start paying her again soon, I'll lose my car by June. If I lose my car, I won't have any way to get to work, doctor's appointments, or the clinic where I get my testosterone shot.
Etsy is honestly my only option. I've tried everything else. If you've been paying attention to news from California you know our entire EDD is screwed up so bad that people are getting cards declined, fraud is rampant, and no one can get a real person on the phone because of "understaffing". My best option, even though I hate Etsy, is to ask you guys to please support me the best way you can.
Once again, my shop will be linked in a comments, and I can only ship within the continental US. I sell reusable masks, ear savers, coin pouches, and now seashells. I'm expecting to add drawstring backpacks, sanitizer keychains and chapstick keychains soon as well. Even if you can't or don't buy something, please reblog because someone you follow might and every penny counts.
If you'd like to support me but don't want what I have to sell, I also do commissioned TS fanfiction or you can DM me for my PayPal.
Whether you're sending me money, wishes, prayers, or just reblogging, thank you so much for your support and I hope you have a good day.
Stay safe, everyone.
Remy
